When we made it back from Zomb's home, we separated. Nova went back to the lab, and I went back to the bunker house. I collapsed on my bed, letting sleep take over, wishing it would be a dreamless sleep. I'm not that lucky though, and nightmares plague me, forcing me back to the Testing building. A bound woman sits in the chair, panic in her blue eyes. She switches from the woman they wanted me to kill, to my mother. When I refuse, they pick me up like a small child, and I scream, and try to fight back. They have me strapped down on the table, my head moving wildly around but that doesn't matter so as long as the doctor can have a good area of my arm strapped down to inject me. I feel it go in and I convulse, and panic, trying to yank away from the table, spit pooling in my mouth. I'mgoingtodiediedie- I sit up from the bed, coughing wildly, sweat pooling on my forehead, the sheets and blankets twisted around me. I throw them off to the floor, swinging my legs t
I nodded before I walked out from the lab, and Caia followed me, her footsteps quick and sure. She was short, 5'6, and seemed interested in everything, and I showed her around, careful with the others who ran around making a mess of everything. At one point, she pulled out a little notepad, jotting everything down with a pencil. I found this somewhat odd but kept my mouth closed as the area could be a bit confusing until you got the swing of things. "So, how long do you plan on standing here?" I asked here. "Not long. I have family back in Main City waiting for me. Worried about me." and her eyes go misty, doing that strange clicking noise. "What about you? What's your story?" She asked, glancing at me. I chose to ignore that question, a young boy running between us as the children played with one another. Caia seemed curious, looking at them as they ran. "This place...it's so different." She said thoughtfully. "And there's
Stress settles on my shoulders as I realize I must be responsible for not only myself, or Caia, but now Nova. And she was treating it like it was a trip. Val was no help but to be fair she had other things to worry about. And Nova admitted that she did have a way to hide my facial features from the cameras of Main City; I simply had to trust her. Which I did. Somewhat. And then Nova insisted that one person DID have to come with us; the person that didn't want any part of this whatsoever; Zomb. I'm going to be honest, I couldn't see how much help she would be, since she detested both since everything that she had gone through. Another thing was she rarely left her room, Nova would either have to use magic to get her out or something else. Caia didn't really seem to care who all went as long as we were going. Every time Nova spoke, Caia's face went blank, and she'd click her tongue, bored. Nova tried her best to ignore her, but I could tell she was having dif
"The world is cruel, and takes and takes and takes. It's when you realize that you have nothing left to take, that you realize they will figure out how to take more."- M.G. Perez Celia has metal canines in her mouth. They click when she closes her mouth, and shine when she flashes them at any light. She hates them. When they first inserted them in her mouth, yanking out four perfectly good teeth, and placed them in, her cheeks swelled up, and instead of looking intimidating, she looked like a chipmunk with chubby cheeks for a week. And when the swelling went down, she picked at the canines, wishing she could yank them out with her fingers. She soon realized she couldn't, when they began to monitor her more closely, they being the scientists. They keep Celia in a dog kennel cage made for Great Danes. It's big enough for her to walk around, and sleep on her side. A small hole is in the corner of the cage where she can relieve herself, and flimsy toilet paper on the side. But lik
Dr. Rogers deemed her ready for the missions. It had been three weeks since the enhancements had been added to Celia. As he was drawing up her anatomy, and then her bone structure, heels clicked against the floor. He didn't need to turn to know who it was, but she didn't say anything, until he zoomed out on the bone footage of Celia. "What do you want, Astra?" he asked, pulling out his tablet from the charger, and typing some notes in it. "She won't make it, you know." Astra said, her blonde hair with gray streaks braided to the side. She wears the usual lab coat, black shirt tucked under gray dress pants and white heels. Her steel gray eyes were cold and hard, lines appearing on her face. Dr. Rogers always admired that she had never decided to partake in cosmetic surgery. She was aging perfectly, and in another life, he would try to court her. However, he still suspected she had something to do with Lu being able to escape. He didn't care what the Courts
When she trains, she remembers how at first she didn't like to kill. How the people that came in, despite the crimes they committed, she wished no harm on them, especially from her. But now when they have her do it, she goes into a trance, pushing the real her into the farther corners of her mind. Nothing really snaps her out of it; not even the splashing of warm blood on her face if she isn't careful. She stretched her arms out, taking even breaths as the new enemy appeared into her observation room. It was more of a gym, secluded from the rest of the people, with a onew way mirror glass lining up all around it. Sometimes, the scientists watched her form the other side, making sure she never hesitated to give the killing blow. She almost never did. This time though, they had her doing something different. They placed on an adhesive glove with small pockets at the fingertips. She looked at one of the people that were placing it on in confusion; they were
They lift Celia up like she's a sack of meat, her skin peeling off into the Handler's gloved hands. She cries out, and bares her canines, but they have her muzzled, the manacles dragging her out of the tub. Using a chain that connects her manacles to is, she's tossed on a metal table. It's agony to lay down, the texture of the blanket rubbing her slow healed body. A doctor walks in, holding a needle that glistens in the distance, and Celia's eyes widen in horror. It is the biggest fucking needle she had ever seen. If she fights, it will hurt. If she doesn't move, she will get a giant shot inserted in her arm. She cries, the salt in her tears hurting her face. The doctor shows no emotion as she plunges the needle into Celia's arm, a sudden cold feeling spreading throughout Celia's entire body. Numbness creeps along, and an exhaustion overcomes her. She closes her eyes, and sleeps. "What have you done?" A voice says, making her eyes open. She's not sure if she's awake or asleep, b
This was a disaster. Astra stared through the glass, a frown on her face. Dr. Rogers was typing on his tablet, rubbing his temple. Celia had managed to escape. There were dead bodies piled everywhere and she managed to run away. Astra waited for Dr. Rogers to say something, anything. Instead, he slammed the tablet down, ripping off the glasses from his face. "I just had to send the team out to find those wanted fugitives WITHOUT the weapon they demanded, and the Director is on my ass now!" he shouted, his hand going towards the tiny black remote. He glared at Celia through the glass, and Astra placed her hand over his, holding it in place. "That won't help you any." She said softly. Annoyed, Dr. Rogers ripped his hand away, muttering swear words. "I have to break her in some more." He replied, walking over the scattered remains of the tablet. Pulling out a new one, he was typing in it, frowning in concentration. Astra sighed, wiping her palms
The country Anthem was founded in the year 2099, after the collapse of the British Empire. Due to several wars that had been breaking out, an uneasy truce forming. Though famous for their trades, their science was blossoming, advanced technology coming out almost every year. Until they caught wind of what was going on in Main City. Instead of being appalled, they were intrigued, dipping into the funds for Anthem's cities building being put into purchasing young children, and being wired to their desire. Secretly, they were being sold off into distance countries used as either bodyguards or assasins needed for shady governments. Some were even experimented enough to be kept as pets. Once the animal DNA came into play, they did whatever they wanted to those poor chidlren. Until an escape was planned and half of them went missing. Now, catching the attention of a certain team, Anthem's most ugliest secrets are coming into the light. And
Rumors have been going on around a country not far from Main City. Anthem. A prosperous country with even more advanced technology-and even more secrets hidden within the Capital Tower. Children and young teens are going missing. The Officers are coming up empty handed, but even they cannoy deny something strange is going on over there. And that's where Celia and her team come in. Contacted by Anthem's leading lady Saoirise Renn, she's desperate to get some answers and hopefully get the children back home safe and sound. Something is taking the children. Someone has plans. Celia and her teammates are determined to take down the kidnappers.Jonathan's POVTruthfully, I don't want Celia and the others to join in on this mission. Not that I don't need them; more of a I want them to lead as much normal lives as possible back home. Their childhood has been taken from them; they don't need to witness the disaster in another country. But I know when we're
Jonathan's POVWe're in the main building of Main City. The cameras are facing us, and the smallest groups of kids that I've seen. The survivors. They are the only ones that made, desperate to stay alive, and be reunited with their families. But after everything that's happened, they look like empty shells of what they use to be. It's Celia who's talking into the cameras; the feed is being shown to every available screen in the city. She looks more like an adult than the child she is, and I feel a wave of sadness. "We have no government, and we have no one to lead us. The time to choose what we do and how we do it is now. We ask that each person vote on someone they trust to be the leaders. No one that approved of the Testing trials, or experimenting on children may enter." and when she says this part, there's fire in her eyes, as if she's daring them to do it. "We're on our own now." she says, as the cameras cut out. Several months later...I wake up sore fr
Astra's POVThe hurt in her chest is what makes her go through the ruins of her old office. A keycode there would fix all her problems.She limped, touching the tender spot on her head, feeling a wave of dizziness hitting her. She needed to grip her broken down desk for support. Opening the drawers, she found it at the very bottom, still glued after all this time. Perfect. Pressing the buttons with the numbers she had remembered by heart, the keypad pinged, before going green, the walls sliding down and exposing another room. Lights flicked on one by one, and at the end of the hallway protected by a glass case was exactly what she was looking for, They will all pay. She walked forward, and made slow steps to the concotion that had started it all. This had been the very first testing of the product, one that had long ago been perfected. And she was going to take it. Shattering the glass case, and grabbing it in her hand, she rolled up her coat sleeve,
Jonathan's POV"Did you kill her?" I asked when we grouped up with the others. Celia takes her time looking at me, shaking her head side to side, before looking back at the ground. It's a small bit of comfort after all; that is Lu's mother, someone that we know and is within the group. "Did you find her uncle?" I ask, Tomaz, Nova, and Tessa making sure we weren't followed. We have no idea if Lu is going to join us or not, but I still think we should wait just in case she changes her mind. Celia cocks her head to the side, as if she's listening in on the distance, and then relaxes. "Her brother is in a different country, a small place called Aponeal. He has no memory of the life over here." she stops, looking unsure as if she should keep talking. "Yes?" Nova asks gently. "He has a family. And a daughter the same age as me. He has his own life. Why can't she be happy that he's happy, even if it's away from her?" Celia asked, glaring at her shoes. "It's co
Astra's POVIn the end, when the bodies were stuffed in body bags, Astra felt nothing. Just the usual craving for a cigarette. It was the only thing she felt besides nothing. The worst part about her craving, was that it wouldn't be fufilled. She didn't want to go to the unmarked land, and search through old stores for what she wanted. They probably weren't that good anyway. So there she stood, feeling nothing but that annoying craving. When the ceremony is said and done, Astra wanders off to the Rejects and Runaways. Some are trying to hold her hand, and thank her. Others call her the angel of justice. Most don't come up to her; they probably fear her which she is okay with. She sees one of the oldest of the groups standing off to the side, graying brown hair braided down her back. The woman gives Astra a curt nod, and Astra heads over to her, noticing that Lu is still not among them. "Have you seen my daughter?" Astra asks quietly, making it look like they're j
It feels like they've been warped back in time, as the las tliving Higher Ups stand there with nooses around their necks, flimsy chairs underneath them. Astra thought about having their face covered, but she didn't want to miss the fear in their eyes as they realized that their life was going to end. She raised her eyes to the crowd, bowing as they cheered, some booing. Officers were crowding the front, and she held out her arms, and spoke into the mic. "Welcome everyone, to the once in a lifetime show!"Jonathan's POVWe're running fast down the halls, Lu leading the way. I've managed to recover by eating a lot of food, and chugging some water from a cafeteria we passed by. There's not any Officers waiting to ambush us, and I wonder where everyone is at, when Lu disappears down a hall. I follow, noting that this is a dead end, and I glance around, searching for some sogn of where she went. A pebble hits my ear, and I grab at it, noticing that a painting is
Jonathan's POVWhen I wake up, I'm strapped down on a hospital bed, the room spinning. An I.V is in my arm, pumping me with liquids-or drugs. I'm alone, feeling sicker and sicker the more I move my head around. At one point, movement catches my eye, and a figure stands at the edge of my bed, reaching out for me. "Who are you?" I say out loud. I sound drunk when I speak. "You're safe." The voice says, turning around and walking out of the door. My head leans back, and I fight off the nausea. I need water, I need these restraints off, I nedd something. I pull my arms, and legs, feeling the leather bite into my skin, and my stomach rolls. I lurch upward as I try to expel the contents of my stomach. There's nothing, so I make loud dry heaving noises, spit landing on my blankets. The door opens, and someone walks in, making a disgusted sound. I know that voice, though I hadn't heard it in a while; she steps closer into the light, confirming my train
The truth is what broke them. Lootings, and havoc began. The middle and poor to break into the homes of the rich, taking their food, and value. Theu took objects, shoving the people that were still in their homes into their basements, and locking them away. "Down with the System! Down with the Testings! Down with the Systems!" They chanted, swinging their fists in the air, and screaming at one another. They are not fighting one another; they simply attack the rich, and steal the objects. Drones with cameras fly by, but no Officers are on the scene. They're all with Astra, who still continues to play her little game with the Higher Ups. No one is coming to help. Businesses are getting destroyed, people running for their lives. A finely dressed woman stands in between a random man, and her daughter, a the man holding a knife as he points at the jewlery on the little girl. "People of Main City, may I have your attention?" the screens ask, and for a mome